Hey, is this my turn?
You want me to sing now?
Okay
I don't care if you won't talk to me
You know I'm not that kind of girl
And I don't care if you won't walk with me
It don't give me such a thrill
And I don't care about the way you look
You should know I'm not impressed
'Cause there's just one thing that I'm looking for
And he don't wear a dress
I need a man …
Baby, baby, baby don't you shave your legs
Don't you double comb your hair
Don't powder puff just leave it rough
I like your fingers bare
When the night comes down
I can turn it round, I can take you anywhere
I don't need love forget that stuff
You know that I don't care
I need a man …
I don't need a heartbreaker, fifty-faced trouble maker
Two timing time taker, dirty little money maker
Muscle bound cheapskate, low down woman hater
Triple crossing, double dater, yella bellied alligator
…
I need a man; leave me alone
I need a man; don't take me home
I need a man; baby you are just all the blonde
Hey boy c'mon
I'll take you anytime
Baby, baby, baby

'tis of the age
of Gender Feminists
hitting the American stage
questioning she and he
extols the queer and weird
and axing the womanly and manly
upon a glittering postmodernity
—2004-04